Alberto the Frog wrote:The act of choosing 'comedic' categories for your band on MySpace.

Killdrivercore - 'ambient/drum and bass/folk'!

Ha! Hahaha!

Lisa Benton and the Tranquil Gardens - 'death metal/hardcore/ hard rock'

Hahaha! Hahaha!

XM40 44 - blues/bluegrass/country

No! Stop! You're killing me! Hahaha! Too funny!! Hahahaha!

I chose indie / drum & bass / rock for my band... not realising the amount of requests we'd get from actual electronic drum & bass bands / labels / fans.

Customer support from any company related to Avid.

Alberto the Frog wrote:The act of choosing 'comedic' categories for your band on MySpace.

...guilty...

Yeah, lawyers bother me too.

The Scottish dude in the corner of the office who talks VERY LOUDLY AT ALL TIMES despite this being the quietest office I've ever worked in. That's not why he sucks though.

This week he has a cold and about once every twenty minutes he does a very loud and obnoxious snort to clear the mucus from his throat. I swear it's like someone sneaking up behind me and revving a chainsaw.

I have to restrain myself from shooting him a disgusted look (the repressed English equivalent of a punch in the face) because I'm relying on him to get me a pass for the door downstairs. Although it's been four weeks already, the cunt.

Rotten Tanx wrote:I have to restrain myself from shooting him a disgusted look (the repressed English equivalent of a punch in the face) because I'm relying on him to get me a pass for the door downstairs. Although it's been four weeks already, the cunt.

A pass for the door downstairs? What, are you chained to your desk?

The entire discipline of chiropractic medicine. It is a fucking fraud.

Drivers on the Interstate during your morning commute who drive like a punk-ass with a Napoleon complex and a small penis while hopped up on Ritalin. Especially when they cause a wreck and fuck up 5000 commuters' mornings. When that happens, it should be legally and morally permissible for all 5000 of us to throw shit at them.

Rotten Tanx wrote:The Scottish dude in the corner of the office who talks VERY LOUDLY AT ALL TIMES despite this being the quietest office I've ever worked in. That's not why he sucks though.

This week he has a cold and about once every twenty minutes he does a very loud and obnoxious snort to clear the mucus from his throat. I swear it's like someone sneaking up behind me and revving a chainsaw.

I have to restrain myself from shooting him a disgusted look (the repressed English equivalent of a punch in the face) because I'm relying on him to get me a pass for the door downstairs. Although it's been four weeks already, the cunt.

tricky. Here are some thoughts:
•Every time he does that throat clearing thing, I would do the same thing, with the same tone, at the same time. and when he says, "Oy, what's with yew, then?"
I'd say "What?"
At least you'd make him more self-conscious.

•You could Go Yank and punch him in the face. Alternately, you could Go Yank (Option B) and inquire about his well-being, offer ten or twelve herbal remedies (each described in excruciating detail), tell him about how your aunt had this last week, and she had this terrible drippy mucousy thing going on... blah blah blah. Bore him to death, then drag his inert, bored to death body out into the passageway and steal HIS pass for the downstairs door.

•The Madchester Option: Drum and bass through these.

When you go to the supermarket fag kiosk to buy some fags and end up queuing for 20 minutes because all the old people decided they need to check to see if the won the lottery and also they need to buy 5 more lottery tickets.

Make a separate fucking fag counter!